So -- as expected, I puss'd out when it came time to set a date for Ms Megan and I (believe I had her name misspelled before... lo siento, muchacha mia de la caja) to sit for chips and drinks, and half-and-half flipping. But, I got further with her than ever. Usually, I merely chit-chat with her, pleasantries exchanged largely, but this time...
I opened the dialogue by remarking on the new plug she sported on her right ear. It resembled a rim -- typically, she has worn an all-black (though not as in native to New Zealand) plug there -- and I took a shine to it. She accepted the compliment.
Check.
Next, I steered the talk to the Alternative Press I was buying. It has Cedric and Omar on the cover, so of course, I had to buy it. And, I asked my divine checker if she enjoyed Mars Volta.
Her answer: of course. And, when I asked for clarification, queried if she was playing, she said no, for serious, I like it.
And, she's not of 'em emo-kids either.
Double check.
She also was not bored to tears by my elaboration that Mike D falling of his bike hastened the break-up of two bands -- Rage and At the Drive-in (unfortunately, neither one of which features Mike D... the Beasties should pack it in though) -- and laid the groundwork for Mars Volta to lift-off.
Triple check.
Last -- though, this event occurred early in the encounter -- she accepted with great willingness my offer of an Alterra-brand choco-covered coffee-bean. And remarked, this is really good.
Quadruple check.
... Now, to see her again -- next Monday? I noted on the way out, knowing that she would not be able to car-pool with me to Wednesday's Mars Volta show in the Big Shoulders, that we should have a beer sometime. She replied to that, I'll be here.
Cool, huh?
I am working it, working on it... Eventually, maybe by age thirty, I'll share more than incidental, ephemeral discussion with a woman, as I do (and limit myself to doing) when I attend to Johnny V's for late-nite grubbing, sitting at the counter and talking to the half-drunk ladies that are there when I arrive.
Poyce!
aj
np: "Jungle Love" -- Steve Miller Band
I opened the dialogue by remarking on the new plug she sported on her right ear. It resembled a rim -- typically, she has worn an all-black (though not as in native to New Zealand) plug there -- and I took a shine to it. She accepted the compliment.
Check.
Next, I steered the talk to the Alternative Press I was buying. It has Cedric and Omar on the cover, so of course, I had to buy it. And, I asked my divine checker if she enjoyed Mars Volta.
Her answer: of course. And, when I asked for clarification, queried if she was playing, she said no, for serious, I like it.
And, she's not of 'em emo-kids either.
Double check.
She also was not bored to tears by my elaboration that Mike D falling of his bike hastened the break-up of two bands -- Rage and At the Drive-in (unfortunately, neither one of which features Mike D... the Beasties should pack it in though) -- and laid the groundwork for Mars Volta to lift-off.
Triple check.
Last -- though, this event occurred early in the encounter -- she accepted with great willingness my offer of an Alterra-brand choco-covered coffee-bean. And remarked, this is really good.
Quadruple check.
... Now, to see her again -- next Monday? I noted on the way out, knowing that she would not be able to car-pool with me to Wednesday's Mars Volta show in the Big Shoulders, that we should have a beer sometime. She replied to that, I'll be here.
Cool, huh?
I am working it, working on it... Eventually, maybe by age thirty, I'll share more than incidental, ephemeral discussion with a woman, as I do (and limit myself to doing) when I attend to Johnny V's for late-nite grubbing, sitting at the counter and talking to the half-drunk ladies that are there when I arrive.
Poyce!
aj
np: "Jungle Love" -- Steve Miller Band